Pervy Slash Whore

I've been thinking about this every since I saw it. I don't know what my goals are, where I see myself in five years, what my purpose is, what my passion is. And that makes me really super anxious.

I mean, I'm very content with life. I can't think of much more to ask for. I feel good about that, yet I also think it's always good to have something to be moving toward. I don't know what my passion is anymore. my writing mojo and sex drive seem to have gone the way of my general depression and anxiety, probably casualties of Prozac. IDK...

You are beautiful just the way you are. :)

Last month I did a Valentine's project, which was fun for me to do, although I admit to being a little sad that I didn't see anyone else participate on their blogs. But whaetver - I had fun and I hope I cheered some people up and brought smiles to your faces.

This month, what are *YOU* going to do? :)

For anyone feeling scarred from family encounters...